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Annabeth

Annabeth couldn't believe what was happening. Bad things were flung at her one after another. Now she was trapped and had another 'monster' staring back in her face.

Something had tugged at the back of her mind. Something she had read about Lamia before. She felt awful and Lamia's smug look did not help matters.

Sensing her discomfort, Lamia lowered her lips to Annabeth's ear before whispering softly, "This will teach you to defy Gaia. You may think that you still have hope, but I suggest you give up now.

You were doomed from the beginning; even your friends up there now have their own troubles." Hearing this, Annabeth kept her mouth shut and her face expressionless.

She knew that Lamia was trying to manipulate her and she wasn't giving Lamia a chance to have her way. Shutting her eyes, she counted to ten and tried to control her breathing.

She was squatting in an awkward position and was getting more uncomfortable by the minute. The Cyclops who had pretended to be Percy reappeared and strode up to Lamia slowly.

"What is it that you want?!" Lamia snapped, clearly irritated by his presence. Cowering slightly, he replied meekly, "Mistress, the wheel is ready for use. Shall we take her to the boy now?"

On hearing the Cyclops say 'the boy', Annabeth tensed. The Boy? That must be Percy, for all she knew, boys don't randomly wander around in Tartarus.

Tilting her head backwards, Lamia replied, "Yes, bring her to him. Make it short work, nice and clean. I don't want any complications. That little twit, Alabaster is closing in on me.

I'm not sure what he's up to now, but I'm still going to take some precautions. The thought of such a mere child overpowering me, it's just preposterous!"

On that happy note, Lamia flounced off, leaving a trail of bright blue wisps in her wake.

Now that there was light, Annabeth could see the Cyclops more clearly. He looked nothing like Tyson, his features unnaturally sharp and his abdomen round.

Using his large and pudgy fingers, the Cyclops carefully removed the barbed netting away from Annabeth. He didn't even have to chain her, he knew that Annabeth wanted to find Percy and would follow him to the wheel.

Annabeth shuddered thinking about it, the wheel would never be as simple as it sounded, and there was probably something more dangerous than that.

Slowly she got up, forcing her aching muscles to stand. Grabbing her with his hands, the Cyclops led her deeper in to the forest and across a series of winding roads.

Annabeth realized that he was doing it purposely so that she couldn't get back to where she was, should she escape. After minutes of walking into an endless leafy maze, the path led into another clearing.

There was a huge assortment of deadly looking equipment set up there. And right there in the middle, suspended in the air by a single piece of rope, there was Percy.

The real Percy. His sword was placed on the wooden table beside him, just out of reach. It was like Lamia was trying to taunt him, by keeping his sword- his way to freedom - so close, yet so far.

Percy's eyes were closed, and his face was unusually ashen grey. Annabeth couldn't take it anymore, the sight of Percy so beaten up and powerless.

She cried out, jerking Percy back to his senses. His eyes snapped open and his focus immediately landed on her.

"Annabeth…" He said weakly, unsure of whether it was true. "I'm not delirious, am I?"

Looking back at him, Annabeth replied softly, "Yes, you're not dreaming, I am here."

Suddenly, she felt someone yank her back. The Cyclops. She'd totally forgotten he was there. Sliding a knife out of his pocket, he cut the rope that suspended Percy in the air and he hit the ground with a heavy thud.

Hauling him to his feet, the Cyclops dragged him towards a huge round metal board. There were 4 straps on it. Pinning Percy to the board, the Cyclops strapped him in place.

Annabeth was too far away to help and even if she could manage to tackle the Cyclops, the odds were not in her favor. She'd probably get a knife in her throat and end up implicating Percy too.

Now that she was looking at the board, she noticed that it had words on it, each with a different torture method. Then she realized, they using a perverse method of torturing Percy for information and Zeus knows what.

They probably claimed that they were relying on 'luck', but anyone knew that the tortures were as bad as each other. Once the Cyclops was satisfied that Percy was secured, he turned to Annabeth and gestured for her to come forward.

Explaining slowly, the Cyclops wanted, her, Annabeth, to decide Percy's fate. He wanted her to throw the knife at the board. And she had to aim carefully, if she hit Percy, that was too bad and they would make her throw it again until it reached the word section of tortures.

Handing the knife to Annabeth, the Cyclops smiled with a look of satisfaction on his face as if he had somehow outwitted her. But, unknown to him, the Cyclops just made the biggest mistake in his life and probably his last.

Just as Annabeth was debating when the opportune moment was to attack the Cyclops, something burst out from the trees.

Truth to be told, she probably didn't have to think, for her distraction had showed up just at the precise moment, like it was a timed act in a show.

A boy dressed in jeans and an aviator jacket burst into the clearing startling the Cyclops. Taking advantage of the situation, she plunged the knife deep into the Cyclops neck and felt his collarbone snap.

Pulling her knife out quickly, she ran to untie Percy. Throughout this whole thing, Percy had been watching wide-eyed and helpless. The boy who caused the distraction looked almost like Nico, with that same hollowed look in his eyes.

But, somehow, he wasn't. Turning to face them, the boy said, "I'm sure you have a lot of questions, but we should leave now, Lamia would be here soon."

Looking at Annabeth, Percy shrugged and said, "Well, we're in trouble one way or another so we might as well take the chance and follow him." Taking her hand once more, they followed the mysterious boy out of the clearing and deeper inside the forest.

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